Stavanger Bay Wilted

Reverie took a deep breath, moved by his emotion but rapidly detaching. Not me, he'd said, not me. When... you were gone, when I was at Swiftcurrent Creek, Her voice was steadier, but her breath still came uneven and too quick. When I - when I tried to - in the cave, it wasn't really about her. It was about - making it stop. The pain of losing you. But then - then she was born, Blossom was, and when I met her - I knew I couldn't try that again.
So I didn't. I went back to Swiftcurrent Creek. And I wasn't happy, but I stayed. For her, She was still crying, but less now. Not me, he'd bid her, and she felt the words sinking into the core of her. I - I said it because I wasn't thinking, I was afraid of going back to that dark place. Without you. But I've always chosen Blossom when it matters - and I always will. Lestan didn't seem to understand that — but Reverie was too hurt already to feel this sting at all.